- Erotic Poetry
- Underneath the Table
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She placed her Hand
underneath the Table,
reached over and felt
a part of him was available.
The Lady liked
Contact Sport,
at the risk
of being caught.
This was not
a Joke,
as she began
to gently Stroke.
The Man was trying
to keep himself stable,
at a shaking
Table.
Wine Glasses, Plates, Cutlery,
all in motion,
she touched him with
such dedication and devotion.
Just how hard
can it be,
just as well a
serving Waiter couldn't see.
For there she was
getting him off,
whilst part of him was
camouflaged by a Cloth.
Discreetly not
in full view,
he began to carefully read
the Menu.
She was delighted
by what she'd found,
he desperately tried
not to utter a sound.
None of this
was going to hurt,
underneath the Table
she was enjoying a Dessert.
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